Chapter 12: Not In The Mood, Chloe

Roman I didn’t mean to kiss her—at least not like that. Not with her moaning into my mouth and my hands itching to rip her bikini off in broad daylight. But the moment she had walked out of the house in that scandalous collection of red strings, I'd lost all fucking restraint. I didn’t care that Emily was giggling just a few feet away. I wanted to tear that bikini off her and claim her in front of the whole goddamn world. All my promises and good intentions went up in flames. I wanted to corner her against the pool wall and fuck her hard, not caring if her entire fucking family was watching. There was nothing fake about that kiss. Not a damn thing. I wanted her. I still want her. Badly. And I know she felt it too. That’s the part that scares me most—the fact that I want her in ways I shouldn't, ways that’ll ruin everything. Best friends shouldn't think about fucking each other as many times as I've imagined bending Savannah over. I’ve imagined Savannah in every filthy position my mind